Excerpt from Michael Sanchelli Memoirs – Depression Years
My father never gave up on his singing, even when he was sick, he still gave it his best when he was in the mood. Every Sunday night before he would come in and go to bed, he would go out to the middle of the big bridge and sing ‘America the Beautiful’. I still remember the time when Mrs. Steele who lived way down the other end of the Hollow, commented to me one day, “I was telling my kids it was time to go to bed one Sunday night, when my son Donald piped up, ‘Oh no ma, Tony Sanchelli didn’t sing America yet’ “, so the voice of Swede Hollow also became the time piece on Sunday night.